No Fuckin' Losing

No Fuckin' Losing ~ NFL
 
    
I tickle this silver catacomb  
the way most men caress  
a sweetheart or their first baby girl  
I've earned the right  
    
My daddy taught me to play the game  
He'd have me in the yard    
Lined up in three point stance    
Nose to nose  
So close I could taste the Jim Beam on his breath    
I had one task    
    
Get by Him  
    
I'd charge, and he'd knock my narra' ass  
to and fro  
Said I hit like a bitch  
I'd charge again  
Down again  
    
Bitch    
    
He made me wear a dress 'round the house  
Said when I could hit like a man    
I could walk about him like one  
Until then I was a    
    
Bitch    
    
Down in three point stance  
Eye to eye  
Jim Beam  
I clipped his nose with my elbow    
Threw my forearm in his throat  
Knocked him on his ass  
    
He was flat on his back    
    
I was past Him  
    
He sat up laughing  
Blood flowing from his nostrils  
    
Shit boy, you broke it  
Hell, Now you're ready to play some 'ball, he said  
'lessen you want to keep the dress  
    
I was 11  
    
I pitied no one sacrificed before me on the line  
For with each snap I heard one word  
    
Bitch    
    
And for each soul that I took possession of  
For every man's will I broke    
I was rewarded    
    
Forty years later my father's fury is ransomed  
I trace my fingers over what he called  
His greatest glory  
My ring    
and player's trophy,    
lil' Vince for sale  
    
I'm propped up in my wheelchair in a flea market  
and doped up just long enough  
so's I can get some scratch for what I need  
    
Jim Beam  
Cartons of smokes  
A blow job when I remember I'm horny  
    
Cash in hand  
with my life savings sold    
I hear the ol' bastard whisper  
    
Bitch